When Jackson emerged from the lingering disco after-smoke of the ‘French Touch’ scene that nurtured Daft Punk and Phoenix amongst others, Paris and the rest of the world were changing. Slowly and methodically, strands of music were moving from warehouse raves into the global mainstream and at the time of his debut Smash, in 2005, he and his Computer Band embodied the bleeding edge of this transition.
And then all was (mostly) quiet.
Soon, the jacking, distorted party jams of the Ed Banger crew echoed through Paris’ boulevards, Phoenix grew into one of the pop bands of a decade and dubstep’s steroidal cousin laid siege to America as Daft Punk’s robotic silhouettes emerged once again. The heady, symphonic futurism of Jackson’s music whispered around the edges of it all, but Jackson had gone deep into the bowels of Paris to sculpt a new master work and remained out of the limelight… until now.
Jackson returns with a seething romantic electro orgy, GLOW. From an adolescence spent in thrall to hardcore techno, and spanning a lifetime love of classic pop and the unclassifiable funk of Prince – this epic, schizophrenic, sexual, psychotropic saga could only have come from the mind of one person.